Secrecy flows through you,
a different kind of blood.
It’s as if you’ve eaten it
like a bad candy,
taken it into your mouth,
let it melt sweetly on your tongue,
then allowed it to slide down your throat
like the reverse of uttering,
a word dissolved
into its glottals and sibilants,
a slow intake of breath-

and now it’s in you, secrecy.
Ancient and vicious, luscious
as dark velvet.
It blooms in you,
a poppy made of ink.


Margaret Atwood (via emauxetcamees)

ladylindy:

Emily Dickinson’s erbarium.

(Source: lovelifebuddha)

Just because you don’t say much doesn’t mean people don’t notice you. It’s actually the quiet ones who often draw the most attention. There’s this constant whirlwind of motion and sound all around, and then there’s the quiet one, the eye of the storm.
Amy Efaw (via wryer)

(Source: seaofwisdom)

(Source: maybe-just-different)

And the world cannot be discovered by a journey of miles, no matter how long, but only by a spiritual journey, a journey of one inch, very arduous and humbling and joyful, by which we arrive at the ground at our own feet, and learn to be at home.
Wendell Berry (via aforceofcircumstance)
Whatever you desire is already connected in some way to who you are and what you now have. Find that way, follow the connection.
Ralph Marston (via creatingaquietmind)
Here is a new spiritual practice for you: don’t take your thoughts too seriously.
Eckhart Tolle (via life-itself-is-a-quotation)

south-england:

High in the mountains »» Thomas Hanks

There are some people who could hear you speak a thousand words, and still not understand you. And there are others who will understand — without you even speaking a word.
Yasmin Mogahed (via hellanne)

terrysdiary:

Kit Harington in Vencie #9


(Source: gendrywater)


miss-love:

where did my pants go

(Source: greyjoytheon)

Do you realise how devoted I am to you, all the same? There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, dearest Honey.
Virginia Woolf in a letter to Vita Sackville-West, 16 February 1927 (via courcel)